Col. B. H. Campbell, known to every person in this county, is no more. He died
on the train South of Laredo, Texas, last Friday. Only his daughter being with
him at the time. Mr. Campbell's health has been failing since he had a sick
spell last Spring and he went to Mexico hoping to regain his health in the warm
climate.

Col. Campbell was not the man to make and keep numerous friends, for the reason
that he was positive. He was not against the views of the other fellow, but he
was for his own remarkable intellect and his own appreciation of the fact was
intense, as his life was intense. Although born in 1829, thus being 79 years
old, he never used a cane or walking stick; his life was so intense that he
walked a young man; and it was one object in his life for which he was thankful,
as he expressed it "that the boys had not cut him out of the crowd." If the
boys were having a little "time" the Col. wanted in; and it would have hastened
his departure had they wantonly refused to let him in; and he was a valuable
addition to a crowd, for he had a great mind. The opinions he valued most were
his opinions regarding religious teaching. He more nearly followed the
teachings of Dr. Roberts, of Kansas City, than any one else and often quoted the
terse of the Doctors' "The road to the church leads away from the school house."

His real name according to the Eagle, was Burton H. He had been married twice.
By his first wife he has three children, two sons and a daughter. The daughter
alone is living. By his second wife, who died last May, he had five children,
two of who remain, Robert and Eleanor.

It would seem than if life favored him, death was almost kind to him; and in
this we are reminded of the words of Mrs. Barbault, when she says:

Life! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when and how or where we met,
I own to me's a secret yet.
But this I know, when thou art fled,
Where're they lay these limbs, this head,
No clod so valueless shall be,
As all that then remains of me.

Life! we've been together,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning;
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good night, but in some brighter cline,
Bid me Good morning.